Hoshor Plains new beginnings

As elusive as Fjall could be, he seemed intent on returning to the plainsfield every now and again to reaffirm his presence there. Most of his time was spent westward, searching for signs of Ariadne (with no earthly clue that she had in fact returned many moons ago and then perished not so long ago) and speaking to the Wild Wind.

When he returned this time, more time than usual had passed, and the young wolf was slightly worse for wear. He was weary-eyed and looked disheveled, as if he had slept wrong, but the only thing that was obvious in the pre-dawn lowlight was that he was moving rather sluggishly.

Arktos? he made slowly for the leader, though not by choice. I am home.